[h2]Richard Montag[/h2]

Greeting the day with a yawn, Richard later found the day greeting him in turn with the Wizard Marshall's summons. He had been lounging in his room with not much else to do, twirling an unlit cigarette between his fingers when the loudspeakers called. Richard rose from the bed having long since dressed for the day head and tucked the unlit stick back into a bronze case with a dozen others matching it. 

It would not have done well to ignore their host when beckoned, basic manners and all, especially when the lord of mansion was the Wizard Marshall. Richard hadn't asked why he had been asked to attend this gathering, and after catching glimpses of some other magi now guests on the island, he was no closer to finding any commonality. There was obvious purpose to gather them, being they were required to summon the Servants for a grand endeavor that was rather hush-hush, but why a relative nobody like himself could be wanted for was beyond the depths he could safely fathom in the time he was allotted.

These ruminations were as fruitless as they were pointless, the time dedicated to them never to return, though he would admit they helped alleviate any nerves in regards to summoning forth a heroic spirit. Richard couldn't very well see himself in the company of legendary figures such as Beowulf, Odysseus, or Perseus, and it was bedeviling to imagine how such a working relationship would work considering the differences in status and stature. 

Entering into the hall decorated with a plethora of summoning circles, Richard choose to avoid any that looked to be holding what could have been a weapon or piece of armor. Instead, he alighted beside a circle contained an empty vial. He thought it may have been some magical, perhaps chemical, concoction that would indicate the handiwork of a potential Caster or Assassin, and hoped this would prove a more fitting match.

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[h2]Margarita Reynard[/h2]

Margarita was in the process of enjoying a light snack of scones with Darjeeling  tea when the announcement rang through every room. The aged Enforcer, getting on in her years and rather enjoying what was available to imbibe, could only release a soft sigh and set down the cup. After taking a moment to wrap a chocolate chip scone in a napkin and stuff it away for later, she gathered up the rest of her things and made for the door. 

Her feet carried her down spacious halls and up winding stairs, traversing the island mansion with a straight face and eyes that did not wander from the path before her. Invited they may have been, but this was still for all intents and purposes the lair of magus and all of Margarita's experience told her not to pry beneath the façade of whatever she was shown or risk incurring unwarranted danger. 

And if she were to be honest, and she often was, then it really was poor manners to go snooping around someone's residence without good reason. Margarita had already felt a bit out place when she went looking for someone to send a snack up to her room, and she wasn't looking to stumble into a workshop by straying from the path. 

This concluded in an expedited trip to hall upon the third floor, where other prospective Masters were already gathering before whatever circle struck their fancy. Just as they must have, the Enforcer contemplated what would be drawn forth from her own incantation, and spent the better part of the night and morning in quiet contemplation of the outcome for their coming ritual.

Standing before an empty circle, she put her faith in the system to find the Servant that would best compliment her, and hope that the two of them could work together well.